#the TKs are pirates

[the-cookie-of-doom]

Korn pulls the rag out of Kim’s mouth and offers him water. He’s not stupid enough to refuse. It’s been days out here in the surf, nothing but the salt spray to moisten his tongue, drying thick and heavy in his mouth, sticky on his skin.

“Sing,” Korn orders when he finishes.

Kim refuses, staring mutinously up at his father.

“Sing, Kimhan. Don’t make this harder than it has to be. Sing for me. Then it will all be over.”

Silence. His father won’t get a single word, a single note, from him.

A sigh. The man at his father’s side steps forward and drives a fist into his stomach. Kim locks his jaw and doesn’t make a sound. Not so much as a whimper.

“Kimhan.” Kim would sooner cut out his own tongue than let Korn use it against Chay. Kim already built his fathers empire. He’s done enough. “Very well. I had hoped to be done with this business quickly. Instead we shall wait for your brothers’ return.”

Kim’s head snaps up, eyes wide. No. No, Kinn wouldn’t.

His father is smiling now.

“Oh yes. Kinn set sail with Khun just yesterday, in search of your precious creature. I’m sure it won’t take them long. Well… not long for me. You, on the other hand.” Korn looks around the unprotected surf. “How long will you last? Do you think your mother’s blood will be enough to protect you from the elements until their return?”

No. Kim has always been very, very human in that regard.

“I hope you know how much this pains me, Kimhan. I want nothing more than to bring you home. You’re my son. I wouldn’t leave you if there were any other choice.” Kim wants to scream that he has never been his father’s son, only another part of his collection, free only so long as he was useful. “But I can see that you’ve made your choice. Very well. Goodbye, son.”

Watching his father walk away, Kim wishes he were like the sirens from the stories he’s heard. Fearsome beasts able to bewitch men, to summon devastating storms and caustic rain. Maybe then he could make his father free him.

[sporesgalaxy]

what ever man. i dont even care. <- lying

[wrinklemcdinkle]

@kingpascal finally contributing to the Riptide Pokemon AU!! Meet the albatrio and their companions

The background is what I imagined their main pokeball would be. Obviously Gill would use Lure balls, Jay’s family probably handed down luxury balls with their rookidee, and chip would use Ultra balls.

Also while I was sketching I tried to come up with what their team may look like?? i only looked at the type and the vibes apart from what was given in Kingpascal’s post.

SORRY I DROPPED ALL THIS ON UR PAGE BUT JRWI RIPTIDE AND POKEMON BEST CROSSOVER EVER BABY!!!!

[twopercentboy]

I watched the first episode of season 5 for 911 Lonestar and I really wish I had stuck to my initial decision to not touch s5, especially after Grace's departure was announced.

Genuinely that was the most boring, most disheartening episode to watch. you can tell the writing has gone rapidly downhill because every single actor feels like they got worse, but I know they didn't, it's just shitty writing. I didn't exactly have high hopes for season 5 given everything, especially with how they ended up treating the tarlos wedding and Gabriel's insanely unprompted death last season, but somehow, somehow, season 5 is so much worse than I could've ever predicted. I'm almost glad it's the cancelled after this season, because they took a decent show with characters I loved and have been slowly ruining them with each passing season.

s5e1 was so bad I couldnt even enjoy the tarlos scenes. do you know how bad something has to be for me to not find at least a little bit of joy out of queer characters being happy together? how do you mess up TK & Carlos to the point of being awkward to watch? I didn't think you could make TK & Carlos awkward to watch even if you tried bc the actors had such good chemistry, but apparently you just need stilted enough writing.

[hostilecityshowdown]

it is genuinely exhausting to have to hold my breath every single time Black talent does anything because i'm waiting for the racism's music to hit and if you keep rewarding this company for it they will not stop doing it. i am so sympathetic to Black fans who are constantly having this shit thrown at them as well from all sides

[pricklepines]

DO YOI EVER WATCH SOMETHINF THAT IS SO BEAUTIFUL

[maybe-theres-hope]

For @tailoredshirt bc you literally asked and I am but a simple writer who needs validation to live lol here is the whole scene (dialogue ripped straight from the movie, and that will happen on several occasions throughout, but. There was a reason I picked it lol)

Also thank you to @oquinn53 for being the most amazing person and encouraging me 🖤

Tarlos Pirates of the Caribbean AU:

Tyler’s face enters his line of sight and Carlos’ breath stops for a moment. His face is radiant and open, his eyes alight with the sunny mid-morning. Port Royal is a forgotten backwater of an outpost, barely a heartbeat away from being taken by anyone who chances to happen upon her, but it’s Carlos’ home and he would have it no other way, if only just to be able to witness the Governor’s son in all his finery just once in a blue moon.

Today Tyler Strand is in a stunning light green frock coat and breeches, bringing out the green in his eyes and reflecting the waves of the Caribbean back at anyone he looks upon.

The breeches do absolutely nothing to hide the lithe tone of his form, hard won by years in the saddle. Carlos’ mouth goes dry at the thought of caressing a hand over the fabric and imagining the soft skin underneath. It isn’t proper or fair to think of Tyler in such a way, though, so he schools his features just as the man in question comes to join Carlos and Governor Strand on the steps of the mansion.

“Ah, Tyler, there you are! I was beginning to worry you'd lost your way down the hall,” the Governor chastises, though it's overtly fond. Tyler, however, only has eyes for Carlos.

“Carlos! It's so good to see you!” He exclaims as he gracefully descends the steps, coming to stand far too close for Carlos’ heart, his smile a thing of pure sunlight. “I had a dream about you last night.”

Carlos swallows, mind going nowhere it should.

When he’s silent for a beat too long, Tyler elaborates, “About the day we met, do you remember?”

Carlos smiles tightly, memories flooding him with warm sea air and cold saltwater in his mouth, opening his eyes to look upon a curious face that, even back then, was so beautiful.

He dreams of that day nearly every night. And most days as well.

“How could I forget, Mr. Strand?” He says courteously. Tyler laughs and it's like music.

“Carlos, how many times must I ask you to call me Tyler?”

“At least once more, Mr. Strand, as always.”

It is the wrong thing to say.

He watches with sadness as the sunlight in Tyler’s face is shaded by clouds, his eyes going hard and hurt, his mouth forming a thin line. All familiar from the last time they had this same exchange. Carlos finds it harder each time to convince himself of his reasoning for remaining so distant–society, propriety, the Governor–but in reality it's his own doing. His own cowardice. How he wishes he was brave and valiant enough to warrant the affections of such a creature as Tyler Strand.

The Governor is saying something else and then he's ushering Tyler towards a waiting carriage, the rapier Carlos has lovingly made over a period of weeks clutched under his arm.

“Good day, Mr. Reyes,” is Tyler’s cold, final reply before he turns on his heel and continues down the steps to the carriage.

“Good day,” Carlos murmurs under his breath, trying out the name on his lips like he's allowed such an intimacy, “Tyler.”

It tastes like a forbidden caress.

[lensocstash]

[king-wilhelm]

Seeing a bat or bat-like object and immediately picking it up to swing it around like I'm a swashbuckling pirate

[theoncelee]

😌

Huh. Well that’s odd.

congratulations! you’re now a pirate. your seventh most recent emoji is the symbol on your flag. mine is ™️

[missmaniac25]

The Bouncy Theory Part 2

Alright this is answering this ask in a bit more detail (and all of this links to this theory of mine so. Yes)

The connection between Bouncy and That That in terms of dance moves - yes, I agree with you, Anon, that in the final dance break for Bouncy, they do that hopping and kicking the leg move that is very, very reminiscent of That That’s chorus choreo. It made me think of like a tribute or paying homage.

And then that got my brain a thinking. That That’s mv is cowboy/western themed. Bouncy’s mv has cowboy/western themes. Also isn’t it wild that we only got one mv for that comeback? Out of all those dope songs they gave us, why not make more content around it?

Keep all that in your head

Now I don’t think that Ateez based their entire album off of the idea I’m about to propose but! If my theory about Bouncy is correct and it is a bit of a middle finger to ‘the artist who shall not be named’, then wouldn’t a great why to get back at them be to actually pay homage to a bigger artist in the correct manner? To add these tributes to Psy and That That (even BTS in a small sense considering Suga is in that song too) to show ‘the artist that shall not be named’ how to actually do it. That you don’t have to steal the moves or the concept; you can be inspired by them instead. “It’s so easy, let me show you how to do it” vibe again

Obviously I have not searched Bouncy’s entire lyrics and moves and mv trying to find little links to Psy or his songs, or any other big k-pop artist for that matter. Could there be more? Maybe. Could all of this simply be coincidence? Very possible. The point is that if it was intentional, like I said in my initial theory, it’s bloody clever.

If anyone has seen any other links that they’d like to point out, please send me an ask or leave a comment. I’m now super curious if there’s more

[caravanlurker]

having a troop that takes all your titles and authority 100% seriously is a breath of fresh air for Kled. but Paige’s obsequiousness is even a little offputting for him lmao

[ijustcantfigureout]

it's so obvious looking at my little digital paintings that my fave thing to paint is hair, i think

[mugiwara-lucy]

Look at human Chopper! 🤩

Straw Hat Pirates mink/ furry Au + bonus ASL

[eustasskidagenda]

First of all I really really really love ur writing

Can I request a fem reader dating law and they are like sleeping and law starts to have a really bad nightmare where he is hurting his s/or while sleeping? Like ALOT and she tries to walk him up but when she succeeded he already damaged her so much by accident? So he has her blood on his hands and stuff but he wakes up and he doesn't realise it so she just says u had a nightmare and tried to put him back to sleep while she is in pain

And she waits for him to sleep again to go out and treat her wounds BSc she doesn't want him to feel bad for hurting her

But while she is gone he walks up and the bed is empty and there's blood on him and the sheets so he gets out to search for her in panic and gets mad and feels bad etc

Angst angst angst tk fluff please

I love u so much

Hi sweetie! Tysm for your kind words! I love writing angst, but this one was quite a challenge, I had some struggles figuring out some things. But I hope the outcome will still match your expectations! And sorry it takes me some time for this one, I injured my back lately, I can't write for a long time. Anyway, tysm for requesting. ☆

☆Law having a nightmare where he's hurting his s/o

CW : f!reader, angst, hurt to comfort, blood, mention of bullet, spoiler if you haven't read/watched Law's flashback yet, violence, usage of DF 

WC : 1,9k

Low, peaceful breaths. Legs entwined. Your head resting against Law’s tattooed chest and the silence of the cold, starry night. What a rare and beautiful moment. Law often can't sleep. The second you fall asleep, he usually just sighs and sneaks out of the bed. But tonight, his nightmares remained trapped under the pillows, not in his mind. He is beautiful when he can finally be at peace. The tired and dark expression on his face has been gone for a few hours. In his sleep, he looks for your warm touch. Maybe his body is always cold, as his heart is always kept in a cage, but your body is keeping him just warm. That's what you're in his tortured mind; solar. 

He always finds solace in it.

Dark shadows. Screams of pain. Corazon falling on the ground. Bullet sound. 

The night was supposed to be peaceful. It was peaceful just a second ago! Why are those memories haunting his mind again? What has he done to always be harassed with the same dark thoughts? 

Scream. Corazon. Bullet. Scream. Corazon. Bullet. Again and again and again and a… it's endless. Trapped in his own mind, the world around him just disappears. It's just him, facing the ghosts of his past. That's what he gets for daring to fall asleep. How foolish he was to think that his nightmares would leave him alone, just for a few hours.

The shadows are following him in his gloomy, dark world. Why are they trying to kill him? He's not sick anymore. Corazon saved him. He has the right to live. Suddenly, an invisible hand grabs him and squeezes his throat. Tightly. Squirming on the bed, fighting against his own demons, Law breathes harshly. The real world is far away from his nightmares. All he can think about is this hand squeezing his throat. He can't even breathe anymore. But he can't die. Corazon saved his life. He died. Killed by his own brother.

Now, Law has to survive. That's his legacy. The Heart Pirates will beat loudly, etched in memories forever.

The shadows disappear suddenly, just as the squeezing sensation in his throat. A laugh echoes close to his ear. A large figure hovers over him. Pink feather coat, sunglasses, short blond hair, and big, fidgety hands, ready to steal his life again. 

It's him. 

Doflamingo. 

He wants to kill him and steal his fruit. The one that Corazon robbed. No. Law won't let that bastard destroy the sacrifice made by Corazon. Law ferociously punches that damned heavenly demon right in its nose. Maybe he's a doctor, but he can't let this man live. 

All he wants is to make him suffer. 

To make him pay.

So he punches. Again and again. The only thing he can hear is Doflamingo laughing, as he always does, with his sinister, cold grin. "Just die," he shouts, his voice thick with anger and distress. The reality has vanished in his world of suffering. So he fights back. Harder. 

"Law, wake up!" Why the hell is Doflamingo talking with your voice? Is this a fresh trap? This man is the master of manipulation. He can't be tricked again. "Law, please wake up and stay with me!" That soothing hand on his cheek is so soothing. Heavenly soft. Sweat drips down his forehead as he breathes harshly. 

Doflamingo's silhouette fades away as soon as he opens his eyes. "Y/n-ya?" He tries to reach for your cheek in the dark bedroom. That touch, that skin, that warmth. So it's really you. "What happened?" He asks, his voice slightly shaky. He tries to regain his composure, breathing harshly, his heart racing crazily in his chest. "Nothing. You just had a nightmares." 

Law notices a slight tremolo in your voice. "You're alright?" You just run your hand on his cheek. "Why are you asking me this? You're the one in pain. Just go back to sleep. I'm here. Nothing will happen. You're safe in this room." No, but that was too realistic. And he can't fall asleep right away. Not with a heart beating so loudly. Not with the rush of adrenaline. "Law, you have a lot of work tomorrow. Just try to sleep." 

He tried to sleep so many times. It was never successful. However, he lies back as you gently push him against the mattress with your hands on his chest. You gently rub your thumb against his sweaty forehead. With his jaw tensed, Law obeys and closes his eyes, doing as you say. But those dark memories are etched in his eyes. Whenever he tries to sleep, the figure of Doflamingo is painfully present. 

Bullet. Corazon. Sick people crying and begging for mercy. Again and again.

"Just sleep." You whisper, focused on him, only him, despite your own state of distress. You just hope he didn't notice the blood on his hands. The one that flows down your injured nose. It hurts. Mentally and physically. It's difficult to see him so tormented by his own thoughts. You can't let him see what he has done to you; he kicks you and almost strangles you. It wasn't him, right? Law would never lend a hand to you. He would never forgive himself if he found out. You have to preserve him. So you stay. Reassuring him until he finally closes his eyes, too exhausted to stay awake. 

But a few minutes later, he wakes up, his body cold just as your side of the bed. 

"Y/n-ya?" Where have you gone? Why did you leave him alone? Law grabs the candle lamp and the bedroom is lit by a dim light. There's blood on the bed. He doesn't panic at first. But he's confused because he knows your cycle perfectly, you are not supposed to be on your periods. Afterward, he glances downwards. 

Blood. On his hands.

"Y/n-ya?" He suddenly stands out and looks for you. The Polar Tang is not that big. At last, he finds you in the small bathroom, with a cloth on your injured nose. Law looks at his hands, then at your body. There's slight bruises on your skin. That skin he cherishes so much. "What happened?" He already knows the answer, yet he's hoping for a different outcome. "I just hit my nose by accident, don't you worry." 

You're really a bad liar. 

And then, he understands. That wasn't Doflamingo, but you all the time. At first, he can't even speak. He remains there, his mouth partially open and his eyes filled with guilt. As a doctor, he promised to himself to always protect the innocent. His hands exist to heal. Not hurt. Especially not you. You are his precious girlfriend, the one who takes care of him. What have he done to you? Maybe it was a nightmare, maybe it wasn't him, but the outcome is the same. You're in pain because of him.

"I…" he wants to soothe your pain, but he steps back.  What if he harm you again? He glances again at his shaky hands. There's blood on his tattooed fingers. He is disgusted by that sight. "Why didn't you tell me?" He wants to scream, to break something, but he's too confused by the red liquid on his tan skin. He reaches for the washstand and cleans his hands, watching the red turn pink. "You were already in pain" you whisper. "Damn, y/n-ya, look at you! You're bleeding because of me. I…" He struggles to speak in a clear manner. Law has always been logical, but right now he's acting impulsively and emotionally. "I'm so sorry…" tears prickle at the corner of his eyes. "Please… let me… help you…" he's afraid of frightening you. But you just nod and stop to hold the cloth against your nose. 

Law kneels in front of you, looking at your red skin, slight bruises here and there, slightly swollen lips, and broken nose. His hands are trembling. "Shit," he whispers to himself. He tries to inhale deeply. He needs to calm down before he can heal you. And right now, you really need some assistance. "Law, it's alright…" 

Of course, no, it's not okay! "You're in pain because of me, it's not alright!" Law utilizes his devil fruit to cure your broken nose. Gently, he forces you to throw your head back until the bleeding stops. "Wait a second," he whispers before reaching for a wet cloth. After removing all of the dry blood from your face, Law sighs, sits on the ground and remains silent. 

The guilt is harassing his poor mind. Now, when he closes his eyes, there's Doflamingo, Corazon, and his hands are full of your blood. This thought will never leave him alone. 

He's so unworthy. Despite his efforts, he still fails. Over and over. He failed to save his family. He failed to save Corazon. He failed. Again, and again. 

Failure.

"Law, don't overthink, I'm alright." You whisper and wrap your arms around him. Such an irony. You're the one in pain, but you're soothing him by gently running your hands through his hair. "I'm sorry," he repeats once more. "Law, just listen to me… it wasn't you" 

Perhaps, but it was his hands that did it anyway. Exhausted, tired and guilty, Law has lost all of his usual cold expressions. He never looked that fragile, human. You kiss him softly and lovely. Law struggles to kiss you back. He refuses to touch you because he fears hurting you again. "It's okay, I'm not mad at you.  I still love you. We'll get through it." Nervously, he bites his lips. "Are you still in pain?" His eyes are begging you to tell the truth. "I'm not, thanks to you." He exhales with relief. 

"You have to rest. Can you walk?" Even if you nod, Law carries you through the bedroom. He grits his teeth as he sees the blood on the bedsheets. "Wait" He just takes them off and redo the bed with fresh bedsheets. "Now, you can rest." 

While you lay on your bed, Law begins to back away, ready to run to his desk. Nevertheless, you grasp his hand. "Don't run away." You understand that he's simply trying to avoid you. An aloof person like him just doesn't know how to deal with that kind of thoughts. "… Y/n-ya" with a sigh, he complies. That's the least he can do. Law flinches as you lean your head against his tattooed chest, feeling tense and nervous. I have already forgiven you, Law. You have to forgive yourself." 

He simply mumbles. Of course, his tortured mind will never process that quickly. Fine. You'll wait. And you'll stay by his side. You will be the guardian of his peaceful nights. Slowly, you fall right back asleep. Law doesn't shut his eyes, not even for a moment. He stays here until sunrise and finally warms your face. When you wake up, he already left. But there's a fresh drink, some pills, and something to eat on the nightstand. And a short note.

'Please, come find me if you need something. And rest' 

Law is always busy all the day and almost all of the night. And then, he just allows you to 'disturb' him whenever you need him. You can't help but smile. For someone like Law, it's like reading 'I love you' 

Of course he loves you. 

After all, he is the captain of the Heart Pirates.

[alexa-fika]

I fully believe that the whitebeard pirates would be good but completely chaotic with an actual child like I know whitebeards whole thing is being a dad but I think you throw a four year old at them and they're like "oh God can it have beer yet?" And completely forget that tantrums exist and the first couple weeks are pure chaos

Fr

Correct me if im wrong but when aren’t the only kids who have been in the Moby Dick Hiyori and Momonosuke? And they had both parents to look after them so no one had to worry about taking any reponsability in that aspect and Whitebeard din’t have to step in as a dad in their case.

To me the best contenders to know whag the hell they are doing would be Marco and Oden, with Izou and Ace coming a close second

Oden, well he is a dad so that gives him an advantage on dealing with kids but regardless he is soemone who gives zero shits on what people think of him so he has no problem being the goofy dad 24/7. And despite his hotheaded personality and what I thought to be a careless lifestyle he is a man who will and has given everything to protect his family and retainers

Up next we have Marco, I don’t recall him having direct contact with any children on the series but he has shown to have a calm, mature demeanor, this paired up with his medical knowledge would aid him in things such as when does a child become ready for solid foods, when should they start walking etc. Not saying he would know everything as he is the Ship’s doctor and not a pediatrician but his love for his family would be enough encouragement to learn about children and their development. Plus this man can do no wrong sooo

Ace, now listen you may think, of course you’re going to say he’s up there he had Luffy and you would be absolutely right that is one of the reasons 😂. Listen in his youth he had a rough attitude and if even then he was able to fill that role he filled for luffy even years later is a testament to his qualifications. Second point is his personality, when he grew up he grew up to be a a goofball, at least I saw him that way, I feel like his personality would match up perfectly with a child. But a good match dosen’t feed the child so that’s why he won’t be up in first place. He would be great with the children but he would be as clueless as can be when it comes to needs of the kid, he would forget tk water and feed the child.

For Izou, I think he would be a good option because like Marco he seems tk have that Mature and responsible demeanor , so he would be a good option for a child coming aboard. He would also be great with the needs of the child, reminding himself to do all the tasks needed to be done if the child is wrong or remind the child themselves if they are old enough. But despite being a big brother, he is only a big brother by a year so I don’t think thats adding tk his resume in this case. The reason why he is not on top is because even though he would be great at keeping track of what teh child needs he doesn’t neccesarily have the knowledge, he can be told about what and when the kid needs something but he wouldn’t know that by himself, so give him the information and he is up there with Marco And Oden, which would probably be the ones who teach him in the first place

Thatch would be a good option too, he has a playful and caring personality for the child and he would be able to adapt his meals to better fit the kid, but same as Izou he would need to be given that information. And similar to Ace he would forget about some needs of the kid or be incredibly reckless, he would remember to feed and water the kid since he is a chef and it’s his job but other needs eh, keep an eye on him ir next thing you know you’ll have a toddler making your meals, handling knifes and other utensils.

I do want to mention Haruta, I think kids would love his outfit, he looks goofy so he could be a good entertainer for them. The rest of the commanders though… well they would be good bug brothers but maybe from a little far away, they are more rady to handle bigger kids and teens who can take a little bit more force. They could be caring but if someone like Kingdew or Fossa approach a kid I don’t know if a small child would be…how to say it…. I don’t think they would be ready for their personalities and facial expressions….